A/N:
I'm sorry I haven't updated! I had writers-block, and was ill. But here's chapter 15, I have a question for you at the end, so check it out please? Thanks! Enjoy c:
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-Olivia's POV-
As soon as I told everyone that Harry was my boyfriend, they just laughed.
"You think we didn't know? Olivia, in case you've forgotten, your in magazines everywhere. We've known since the beginning, that's why I had gotten mad when I came to your apartment that day." Michael says.
"Oh.. So your okay with it?" I ask.
"Well, your twenty-two years old. I can't really tell you much, because I know your not going to listen, I've come to terms that you're an adult. So I'm not going to bitch at you anymore, it's your life, you make the decisions." My older brother smiles.
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< Later on that day >
I'm sitting on the couch watching t.v, when I hear my phone ringing.
"Hello?" I ask.
"Hello, is this Olivia Bell?"
"Yes it is, may I ask who's speaking?" I ask curiously.
"Yes Olivia, my name is Chelsa, I'm from Clarity Management. I would appreciate if you could come to our office, we have an important manner to speak of." She says.
"Uhm, sure."
"We'll see you then. Pleasure speaking to you, good-bye." Then I hear the click, indicating that she's hung up.
Why would my management want to speak to me? I don't remember doing anything bad. Maybe they want to talk about an offer? I wonder why Jim didn't call me.. I've never heard of, or talked to the woman on the phone. This must be bad.
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I just arrived at my management office, It's three-stories, and it's a classy; modern looking type building.
I walk up to the front desk, and tell the reception woman my name, and she tells me directions of what room I need to go to.
Once I get to the room, I open the door to see a woman and a man.
"Olivia, nice to see you. Please sit." This man about mid-thirties tells me.
"Okay."
I sit in one of these really big, and comfortable chairs.
"We called you here, because we have an issue we would like to speak to you about." The man informs me.
"Yeah, I know. That's what the lady told me on the phone." I tell him.
"Chelsa right?" He asks.
"Yeah." I reply.
"Well, I'm James, and this is Chelsa." He says, pointing to the woman next to him.
"It's good to meet you both." I say politely.
"Same here." He smiles, and Chelsa nods.
"So back to the topic of why you're here, we know that you are best-friends with Jessica Rivera, correct?" He asks.
"Yes, that's right." I say confused of why he's bringing her up.
"You seem more than best-friends in this photo." He says. Then shows me this picture of me, straddling Jessica, and making-out with her.
